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Memento Mori Lyrics
this will die out.
Narrative: Fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory
hypocrisy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition
fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning
lies fuel fires, fear burns red, now i'm cold. i burn better in the morning.
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where've you gone?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong.
Narrative fear. a fever is dancing inside. Metronome memory.
hypocrisy here. painting a portrait that's screaming "the silence of dying."
fumbled trust, the children are dead. cathedrals are burning.
lies fuel fires. fear burns red and i'm cold. i burn better in the morning.
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where've you gone?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong.
this will die out.
there is no narrative, no saving plot.
we've forgotten how to read. we've forgotten how to believe.
the text has gone dark. the author receeds.
Narrative: Fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory
hypocrisy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition
fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning
lies fuel fires, fear burns red, now i'm cold. i burn better in the morning.
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where've you gone?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong.
Narrative fear. a fever is dancing inside. Metronome memory.
hypocrisy here. painting a portrait that's screaming "the silence of dying."
fumbled trust, the children are dead. cathedrals are burning.
lies fuel fires. fear burns red and i'm cold. i burn better in the morning.
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where've you gone?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong.
this will die out.
there is no narrative, no saving plot.
we've forgotten how to read. we've forgotten how to believe.
the text has gone dark. the author receeds.
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this is such a great song D: wonder why no one has commented on it. The only thing I know is that Memento Mori is a latin phrase that means "Remember you are mortal" :/ or something along the lines of that
"Remember that you will die" actually. But close.
ah oops thanks for correcting me (:
This song is amazing.... I dont have a clue as to the meaning yet, but I still love the song. The beginning of it sounds like that Foo Fighters song, Hero. lol But yeah. Amazing song by an amazing band.
So... where does this song come from anyway?
great song but It really needs explaining. I think it is about a church literaly burning, or a reference to it. Perhaps religion is fading or something, and then he calls out for the only one that can help: "Christ, where've you gone?"
Its just my point of view...
where is this song from???
OK, as far as I can gather, it was from The Academy (before they changed to Is...)'s first demo, it came with a demo of Dear Interceptor.
"we've forgotten how to read. we've forgotten how to believe."
Is this religious? As in no one believes in God anymore, or just generally?
This song is amazing, I love it as much as any of their other stuff.
fear burns red, now i'm cold. i burn better in the morning.
in my version i have like another two lines between the i'm cold and the i burn better in the morning..
weird? ne one have similar problems
mine is actuall quite differnt these are the lyrics to mine... the stars are the bits missing from this one...
this will die out. Narrative: Fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory hipocracy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning lies fuel fires, fear burns red, now i'm cold. is there something going on inside of our heads. when we whisper: danger, danger, pull the lever. turn the page and i burn better in the morning. Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where'd you go? Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong. this will die out. Narrative fear. a fever is dancing in stride. Metronome memory. hipocracy here. it's painting a portrait that's screaming "the silence of dying." fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning. lies fuel fires. fear burns red and i'm cold. going inside of our heads. when we whisper: danger, danger, pull the lever and i burn better in the morning. Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where'd you go? Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong. long random talking Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where'd you go? Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong. we've forgotten how to read. we've forgotten how to believe. the text has gone dark. the author receeds.
i guess its just the end bit.. we have forgotten how to believe and he doesnt have much to guide him... - hes been abandoned...
im not sure